Daily life of HP Sherlock Holmes

A night of intense excitement is finally over.

The next day, as students, Gerald and the others naturally went to school to do their homework obediently, their ears filled with endless reproaches from Hermione.

"Gryffindor's rubies are missing so much all of a sudden?! Gerald! Harry! Ron! Don't you want to reflect on yourself?!" Hermione's long brown curly hair swelled up, looking extraordinarily beautiful There is momentum.

"Hey, Hermione, that's not what we thought, okay?!" Ron muttered, looking like a quail, "Who knows what kind of nerves that person who can't say his name is going to be so nervous yesterday? I did a lot of work in the evening, you know, I was planning to write homework for the herbal medicine class when I came back..."

"Shut up!" Hermione said sharply, "That's not your reason for not doing your homework!"

Ron closed his mouth obediently, lowered his head and began to write quickly on his messy homework.

"Gerald, you'd better explain everything to me now, and more! Don't make up your own mind!" Queen Hermione issued an ultimatum, and hinted that if Gerald did something else, he would definitely Make this guy look good!

Harry stood beside him with an expression of approval, almost clapping his hands.

At this time, Hedwig flew over, with a big package hanging under her feet.

Seeing this, Gerald quickly changed the subject: "Harry, it seems that your godfather is really planning to give you a gift for the first half of the semester. Yesterday was a pair of lion statues. What is today? You don't plan to tear it down right away. Do you want to open it and take a look?"

"Don't try to escape!" Hermione was perceptive, "Gerald, now, you'd better explain your problem honestly! After all, we are friends, and I don't want this kind of thing to happen again! Do you understand?!"

"Oh, my dear Hermione, I don't want to do this either!" With a bitter face, Gerald silently made a note of Voldemort in his heart, "You know, who would have faced such a situation... ..."

"Yes, none of us want to do this!" Hermione turned her head and glanced at Harry who was about to unpack the package. Harry immediately stopped moving, and looked at Hermione with Ron in agreement, as if everything you said was true. You are right, you are so wise!

Hermione turned her head and continued to say to Gerald: "So, no matter what you think in the future, whether it's your guess, inference, or discovery, you must tell us everything!"

Gerald tilted his head, he was very depressed, if so, what fun is there in solving the puzzle...

"Did you hear that?" Hermione stood up and asked condescendingly.

"Yes, yes, no problem, Miss Granger!" Gerald replied reflexively.

"Very well, so when are you and Harry going to find Professor McGonagall?" Hermione sat down again, and she looked at Gerald, "What are you going to say to Professor McGonagall?! And, what did you say to Voldemort?" It is inferred that it is best to let us know now, I don't want you to play any tricks that will surprise us!"

"Are you sure...here?" Gerald looked around.

It was lunch time at this time, and they were sitting at the Gryffindor table in the hall, surrounded by young wizards coming and going, making all kinds of noise.

"Okay then, tonight, when you come back from Professor McGonagall's office!" Hermione glanced at the time and could only say helplessly: "Also, I think you'd better keep quiet, it's only a semester, You just met that Voldemort twice. I don't want you to have another encounter at the end of term!"

"I promise! My dear lady!" said Gerald at once.

Then he picked up the book on the table, grabbed Harry, who was still stuffed with a sandwich in his mouth, and gave Ron a wink, but Ron didn't see it... There was no way, Gerald could only shout: "Ron, let's go together!" Go, take a seat!"

Ron reluctantly grabbed the bread on the table, and together with Gerald, the three quickly left.

Hermione sighed, sat down and continued eating.

In the afternoon there is Defense Against the Dark Arts class and Herbal Medicine class.

Since Gerald and the others killed the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at the end of last semester, the teacher of this course was taken over by Professor Dumbledore—during which Professor Snape was very enthusiastic and wanted to take up two courses concurrently. Unfortunately, it was rejected by Principal Dumbledore-so, Gryffindors are very enthusiastic about this class, and they must occupy a seat every time they attend class.

——Everyone wants to be closer to the principal, this legendary old man is really too charming.

Dumbledore's lectures are very humorous, coupled with his excellent interpretation, every Defense Against the Dark Arts class is exciting.

So, after class, Harry said to Gerald contentedly while packing his things: "I really hope that Principal Dumbledore can continue to teach this class, and it is best not to find any Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher next semester." gone."

"Well, I hope too, but obviously it's impossible." Gerald packed the textbooks into the schoolbag.

Ron and Hermione started talking about the detection spell that Dumbledore demonstrated in class just now. Hermione looked over and asked for foreign aid decisively, "Gerald! In Professor Dumbledore's detection spell just now, the first This gesture is a slight lift of the little finger after the wrist sinks, right?!"

"Hmm..." Gerald thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right, what's the matter?"

"Ron just said that the raised little finger is just Dumbledore's habit, and it's useless for casting this spell!" Hermione obviously didn't think so.

"We can try it at night, when we come back from Professor McGonagall's office." Gerald shrugged, he wasn't worried about it at all, anyway, he would definitely fall into Snape's hands, and what the professors said I also thought about it myself.

"Speaking of which, Hermione, aren't you going to see Draco tonight? Bring me some condolences then."

"Okay, what do you want me to bring?"

"A book, wait, I'll look for it." Gerald started to fumble in his schoolbag, Harry Ron, Mossy and a bunch of Gryffindors gathered together, not knowing what to say.

A group of people walked towards the greenhouse outside the castle while talking.

The afternoon passed quickly. After the herbal medicine class was over, Harry, Ron Gerrard and Hermione took some random things from the dining table and found an empty classroom. Ron couldn't wait to cast the detection spell — Gerald noticed Ron's little finger was still up — and the Probe Charm showed the classroom was safe.

So, the four of them ate while talking, and Gerrard uttered all his conjectures about Voldemort. After talking a lot, Harry had only one reaction: "You mean, that Voldemort might cut soul?!"

"Yes, this is my initial idea, and I plan to tell Professor McGonagall tonight." Gerald nodded and said.

"So, what is the basis of your deduction and guess?" Granger frowned, she had just scratched back and forth in her notepad.

"The appearance of the second Voldemort. And, both Voldemorts possessed other people's bodies, absorbing magic power, in exchange for survival. In fact, there is another important point... But I can go to verify it tonight." Jie Ladd said, taking a look at Harry's scar, "Anyway, we have to pay attention, Voldemort may not be completely wiped out yet."

"Will Voldemort have mitosis?! After killing one, another will emerge." Ron was a little speechless.

"You know about mitosis!" Hermione was astonished.

"Okay..." Harry tried to smooth things over.

However, he was obviously so powerless, because the next thing Hermione and Ron did quarrel.

"Stop arguing, it's almost time, Ron Harry, let's go." Gerrard glanced at the time, and then said to Hermione: "Go and see Draco, it's better not to meet Slytherin Others." The relationship should still be kept secret.

"I know, I'll see you in the lounge tonight."

The four left in two groups.

Gerald's eloquence was good, and after expressing his vision, the professors let him go.But punishment was necessary, and Gerald returned to Snape's hands, and began the same hard after-school life as last semester.

The rest of the time calmed down.

After a month of uneventful life without another Voldemort, Hermione decided to call a meeting.

The theme of the meeting was to welcome Draco out of the hospital, and ask him how he felt when he was controlled by the way, so as to lay a solid foundation for the next step of the group's work.

So, at the meeting, it was not surprising that Gerald saw Draco with a stinky face—who would like to repeat his bad luck, especially when he was manipulated into the women's bathroom many times, Merlin, this is simply fatal to Slytherin!

"Draco, you have to know that your experience of being close to Voldemort this time is very valuable, you must tell it! Because we may encounter this situation many times in the future." Hermione seriously emphasized .

"..." Draco looked at Hermione, his face turned even paler after he came out of the medical wing.

"Okay, Hermione, just let Draco speak for himself." Gerald sat aside, his notebook spread out on the table.

This is their regular meeting place, secluded, quiet and empty.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell." Draco rubbed his forehead with some headaches, and then started from the beginning under Hermione's worried eyes: "It all starts at Christmas, because some people Suggestion, I began to browse through the books at home. Then... I found a worn notebook." Speaking of this, Draco glanced at Gerald.

Since hanging out with Gerald last semester, Draco has also started paying attention to details, and loves deduction...

"According to our family's usual practice, it is impossible for that kind of ordinary dilapidated notebook made by the Muggle world to appear in our house." Draco said, he couldn't help but lamented his boldness and recklessness at that time, "So, my curiosity was aroused, and I started to study this notebook."

"Notebook? What's it like? Is it still in your hand... Ha, of course it's impossible. Can you draw it?" Gerald interrupted.

"Okay, the notebook has been handed over to Headmaster Dumbledore. It can be drawn, but can you wait for a while." Draco said helplessly.

"Okay, okay, you continue to talk, it's better to talk more about the notebook, well, you should also explain the situation of your contact with Voldemort clearly, so that I can infer his personality and behavior style."

"No problem, I will explain it in great detail." Draco nodded, his gray-blue eyes sparkling, "Please also tell me your final deduction, as a qualified Slytherin, I would like to retaliate Something for that person."